Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.